The world gives us many different types of people. All handcrafted and carved into bodies full of stories.  My greatest aspiration is to capture these essences of bottled souls, whether it be from the stranger who sits next to you on the bus or the random passer in the streets. We all have a story waiting to be told behind the caverns of our minds or sunken deeply in the dewy eyes that radiate infectious whispers. Hearts that are bursting at the seams from tales that want nothing more than to cascade themselves the stratosphere.    

My Narratives are just small puzzle pieces, shards, that don't always look good together but have somehow molded into a work of art.

You can call me Nzuri (That's not my real name, but I'm irreversibly enamored by the idea of anonymity). I'm currently twenty and enjoying life.
  • Oceans Eleven
  • SumaliAugust 21, 2016

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